“By rights, I should call the guards and have you cast into prison, tortured.” Zen carefully placed a bookmark into his book and set it aside.

“Do it,” Elenore said inside his head.

“I’m not telling him to ‘do it,’” Stain replied to her as he stared steadfastly. When he opened his mouth to respond to Zen, he said instead, “You’d at least like to hear us out, right?”

Zen tapped his book with one finger. “I hear a lot either way.”

Stain’s gut swirled with nervousness, but Elenore said, “You imbecile. I hope your parents are siblings, otherwise there’s no justification for such continual stupidity. Say. Do. It.”

“Do it,” Stain said.

Governor Zen smiled, and stroked his wispy goatee. “You’re loyal enough to them to suffer that?”

“You should look out across the pond. Then, just say that this way is faster for the both of you.”

Stain very nearly said ‘look out across the pond.’ He tied his tongue in time, then looked out into the pond sagely and repeated, “This way’s faster for the both of us.”

“And doesn’t necessarily preclude the other.” Zen stopped tapping the book. “But I can’t be disloyal to the imperial court. You understand, they have ways of… keeping people in line. Sending people like yourself to people. Hounds, to sniff.”

Stain stared in silence, waiting for Elenore’s direction. After a long moment of indecision, she finally commanded, “Take away your blessing in front of him.”

“He’ll know my ability. If he knows, and he’s not with us, the whole imperial court could know. If the imp—”

“It’s a calculated risk,” Elenore interrupted. “And done with the king’s approval. Even if the imperial court learns of you, they can’t truly do anything but be more cautious.”

And what about my safety? Stain stared without saying anything. He stalled for time, asking, “You think I’m a hound?”

“I didn’t say that,” Zen said.

Meanwhile, Stain demanded of Elenore, “He thinks I’m a hound. I deserve a treat. Give me a seat on parliament, and a title.”

“Parliament?” Elenore’s voice was sharp. “You don’t have time to—”

“I can have someone fill it, just give me a seat.”

silence. Zen observed

quality of the answer I should provide,” Stain reassured Zen while he

name you the Baron of

in both Stain’s

offered grandly. “The

this would best suffice as answer,” Stain said with a smile, then withdrew his blessing. Governor Zen beheld Stain’s

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he’s earned it,” and “Who else could do what he’s done?” Even worse yet, she could feel his amusement

you’re not just a mole. You’re… what are you, exactly? Governor Zen asked, more curious than

to tell you things you need to know, and ask questions that need to be asked,” Elenore said, and Stain recited it well.

nor

emperor’s alive,” Elenore and

seem remotely surprised. “Did he ask

“Not even once.”

did give a knowing expression. “So, you know him. Or knew him, if you’re lying and he’s dead. I’d ask for further proof, but any you give me could be fabricated. We’ll proceed with the assumption he is alive, and you do have him.” Zen leaned back in, and grabbed the

depends. Are you the hound

this tale on Amazon, know that it has

his nose. “I imagine they’d

indication to Argrave or Elenore that this was

Zen continued.

else?” Stain recited. “Restoring

the binding as he deliberated over what to say. Elenore couldn’t say how he’d gotten the picture, but

“You did.”

From birth, they’ve had

and empress, aren’t they?” Elenore played

sacrifice was normalcy. They couldn’t afford such a thing. You might deem me a hypocrite considering I was the one who arranged for their lives to be as such, yet the Zen family… the Zen family is tightly knit. My daughters, my sons, even my wives—they understand why I do the things that I do, and I suspect we all share the same…” he tapped his lip for a moment as he considered the word, then

the need to remind, “Conveniently, the emperor is your

Zen shook his head. “He’s

grandchildren,” Elenore pressed the point, and Stain complied, becoming a rather adroit

when I assumed governorship, Zen became the family name. Technically, my name would be ‘Zen Zen.’ That lends itself rather well to a metaphor. I am Zen, yet at the same time, the whole

have a

a father—nothing more, nothing less.” He pointed. “I sent that ballista with my message for a reason. Not to help the emperor, but to help

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